Page 30 of V is for Valentine
“In the mystery house.”
“That’s the place,” he agreed.
“Which is located…?”
Frankly, she didn’t care where it was located. If he had to keep things quiet until papers were signed, or whatever, she understood. But it was fun to poke at him. She had no one in Seattle to poke at who would poke back. She kind of missed it.
She definitely missed it.
“I’ll show you before you leave.”
“Really?” That surprised her.
“Yes.”
She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. “You’re not just saying that so that I leave you in peace?”
“That wouldn’t be honest,” he said in a self-righteous voice, which he followed up with a devilish grin and a lift of one eyebrow.
She scooped up a knife of mud to distract herself from the unsettling warmth that his smile ignited.
“I’d better get to it.” He shrugged out of his coat as he headed to the stairs, and Felicity sucked a breath in between her teeth as she firmly got a grip.
She wouldnotreact this way to Danny.
But it appeared that she was.
Chapter Six
Sandra called justas Danny was finishing his last seam of the day. “Have you checked the new windows at the warehouse?”
“Not yet.” He put the phone on speaker, setting it on top of the joint compound bucket before starting to wipe clean his trowel and joint knives. “I’m heading there after I leave the job.”
He’d put in ten hours and then some, not counting the time he’d spent with the window crew that morning, and that seemed like enough.
“Do you want to pick me up? We can look together, then maybe grab a bite?”
“Sure.” He glanced at the time on the phone. “I’m almost out the door.”
“Great. I’m at the coffee shop next to the library.”
“Shouldn’t be more than fifteen minutes.”
Danny set the clean knives on the windowsill, then started down the staircase. Felicity was still hard at it.
“Hey,” she said, straightening up from where she’d been bent over, smoothing out a seam. The bandanna she used to protect her hair was once again askew.
Danny couldn’t help himself. He stepped closer and used both hands to straighten it, as Felicity rolled her eyes upward, trying to see what he was doing. “I bet you don’t go out in public with your scarf crooked in Seattle.”
“I don’t wear these kinds of scarves in Seattle.”
“It’s the perfect look for hanging out in pirate bars.”
“My local pirate bar closed.”
“Argh,” Danny said, taking a step back. “I need to take off.”
“I’ll be right behind you.”
